I don’t think “childhood” exists anymore for kids, not really. I think there’s too much technology available for them, and it seems, solely through my own observations, that parents today are less interested in being parents, and more interested in being best friends with their kids, which leads to them being out of control and ill-mannered. When I was a kid, way back in the 1980s, we didn’t have the Internet, or cable TV (my parents didn’t get cable until the early 1990s), or cell phones, or computers, or social media, or video games, or all of this other junk that kids today have almost unfettered access to. My sister and I played. Outside. Either by ourselves, with each other, or with other kids. All day. Until it got dark. We didn’t sit inside the house watching TV, cramming our gullets full of junk food, and we weren’t sitting on Twitter/Facebook/Snapchat/Instagram, bullying/shaming/sexting people. What happened to being a little kid? Hell, what happened to being a pre-teen? My childhood wasn’t the greatest in the world, but at least I had one. My parents didn’t hover over me all the time, they didn’t think I was the specialest snowflake in the sky, I played at a playground that had concrete underneath everything, not recycled rubber tires, I got all my vaccinations, I ate peanuts/gluten/dairy and survived…I don’t know if it’s strictly the parents or what, but kids today are just…I feel bad for them. They have no chance.